Remember the magnificent shootout finale of the Western The Good, The Bad And The Ugly?
Remember the slowly-ramped tension as the combined charisma of Clint
Eastwood, Lee Van Cleef and Eli Wallach sashayed into a sun-parched
circle, their characters goaded by either greed or honour into a Mexican
stand-off. The building drama as the camera flicked from the revealing
long-shot to close-ups on the guns of each man before switching to
achingly linger between each of the trio’s headshots. The sweaty
forehead and panicky, flitting eyes of “Tuco” (The Ugly), the
distrusting sneer and dark glances of “Angel Eyes” (The Bad) and the
timeless cool and wedged cheroot of “Blondie” (The Good). The importance
of Morricone’s nail-biting musical score to that scene was paramount.
The scene is replaying in my mind’s eye as I’m listening instead to
the three-and-a-half minutes of agonisingly torpid, steadily-building
drum rolls, the ballooning bass, the dulcet chimes and Wild West
string-bends of the track “Blue”, from Royal Thunder’s debut album CVI.
There are four crescendos in total here and at the climax of the last,
when two of the guns fire and one of the men falls, the vocal kicks in.
It makes for an interesting alternative to Morricone’s ultimately
irreplaceable masterpiece.
There’s most definitely a kind of dark potency which lurks within Royal Thunder;
they create mood music to inspire waking dreams such as these. The band
boast an array of different styles and each roughly manages to inhabit
its own character within that sun-parched circle. There are soft,
emotion-inveigled, crystal-clear slowies like the “Sleeping Witch” and
“Minus”, crawling, sludgy proggers like “Parsonz Curse” and “Shake And
Shift”, and stone-cold rockers where the galloping drums and rolling
riffs drive the music forward as the vocals suddenly begin to lose
control like they do for “Whispering World” and “No Good”. Someone’s
going to win this shoot-out and it’s probably going to be messy.
Mlny Parsonz’ vocal range is a huge part of what creates these
factions. The fact she can go from the bluesy “Parsonz Curse”, where her
vocal is at its most masculine, to the crystal clear femininity and
gentility of the opening to the psych-tweaked “Drown” is jaw-dropping.
One minute she’s summoning up the earthy, yet piercing quality of Robert
Plant or Wolfmother’s
Andrew Stockdale, using it to fend off the band’s slides back towards
doom-mongering plod, and the next she’s flicked a switch, brushed off
the dust, and turned herself into an Lennoxian angel (a reference to the
crystalline vocal of Eurythmics’ Annie Lennox for those knowledge-seekers amongst you).
There is a small problem with CVI and the root of it lies in
the way it divides its time. The top-half of the album is fast and
loose, daring and boldly antagonistic, whilst the bottom-half is dark
and laconic, drawing deep on the pipe of peace, blowing smoke rings
around your head in an attempt to woo your soul out to play. You may
equally enjoy both halves but, for the rest of us, we will tend to veer
towards preferring one over the other. “South Of Somewhere” is a
microcosm of this – it spends four minutes building softly from dustbowl
winds, through chimes and lullabies, before ditching the ephemera to
snap into a minute of howling punk rock. It’s insane.
Yet, Royal Thunder are startlingly talented. Their songwriting is ground-breakingly good because they aren’t afraid to take risks with it. CVI
may not feel like an interconnected album as much as it feels like an
eclectic cast line-up from a movie, but every character is
fully-realised and absorbingly rich in detail. So, if you don’t
completely buy into the simple beauty of “Minus”, then you surely won’t
ignore the nine-and-a-half minutes of keen riffs, barbed hooks and
scorchingly progressive fire that all lurk within “Shake And Shift”. There’s my gun-toting hero, right there; now I recommend you go check this out and find your own star.
Also online @ The NewReview (with samples) = http://thenewreview.net/reviews/royal-thunder-cvi
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